svetikya Chapter 449: How long has it been since we last met?
Chapter 449: How long has it been since we last met?
Really exhausted.
There is no real period of fatigue, and I can still control myself now.
"How far is it..."
Sure enough, the time I said was too late. How could it arrive tomorrow?
I was so exhausted that I almost fell to the ground. I coughed twice to make myself feel a little better. I felt like there was a ball of hot air in my chest, just like when I was too tired from running a long time ago and vomited. It was disgusting...
As expected, even a god-like body will suffer mental discomfort due to human habits.
My body is not as strong as God's, but I have achieved things that many ordinary people cannot do.
"So life..." This situation is extremely exhausting. Fortunately, I always have potions in my bag.
It's really exhausting...
After drinking the potion, I didn't feel any physical discomfort. That discomfort was only caused by the mind, just like before running 800 meters, you will feel tired just because of the news of running 800 meters.
Even though his body wasn't that tired, he would still feel similarly tired because of the appearance of the people around him, or is it because the human brain is inherently imitative?
The sun shines on the body, giving people an uncomfortable feeling. The summer sun is too scorching, and you can feel the burning pain on your body. It will heal quickly, but the pain allows you to continue to persevere...
If you rest, you will never make the next step. This is the situation. Many times if you don’t rest, you can still persist. If you rest, then you will never, ever be able to continue...
Try your best to move forward, then feel sick...
Should get some...
What if we extract this memory?
I did what I said, and soon all the fatigue I had just felt was gone. Without the hindrance of the spiritual world, I felt like I was back to the time when I first set out on this journey...
I washed away some unimportant memories. They were not important in the first place. After all, they were just things on the road. What I wanted was the memory of the destination.
Just like I only keep two sides of the dead person's memory, the starting point and the end point are enough... Is the memory in the middle important? It should be, right? If it's not important... then what's the point?
Now is not the time to think about these things...
I have forgotten a lot of memories just now, maybe it was on the way? Oh, yes, I wrote something on paper as a record!
Every time I forget something, I will write it down on paper, what I forgot this time.
I continued running desperately, and finally reached the territory when the sun was setting.
You won’t encounter any obstacles later. Although it’s difficult with your current strength, you can still catch up. You estimated the time.
"teacher!"
As soon as I entered the territory, I met my student, a student who used to love to play with flowers and plants: "Do you have a horse? Lend me one. A teacher passed away. He was my friend. I have to go back to see him... I will pay for it."
"How can we let the teacher pay?!" The other party kissed out a horse. It was a big horse. This kind of horse runs very fast, but it lacks strength and can't run very far. "Run until the child is exhausted, and that's all the roads he can recognize!"
"Thanks……"
"Teacher! Please give a flower to that teacher as well..."
"Yeah." We were each other's students. It was a pity that he was busy with other things and couldn't travel whenever he wanted like me.
This can't be considered a journey, it can only be considered a life of running for one's life.
It's very rude to call someone like you're running for your life...but that's really how I am.
Many people can't escape as fast as I can...
"Faster!" The horse's speed was indeed like a gust of wind, and it quickly crossed several streams, a river, and mountains...
The other team that couldn't run any longer was unwilling to continue running forward, so he got off his horse and stroked the other team's fur: "Thank you."
The horse knows the way and will go home by itself. There is not much time now. At the current pace, we can only reach the destination before sunset...
Just as I was about to move forward, I heard a voice. It was mercenaries. There were a lot of mercenaries in this land.
I originally wanted to just leave them and myself, there was nothing I had to fight for, but then I heard the words: "Then let's do it tomorrow..."
Stopping is a more important matter, which may even affect the lives of the living. I should not stop, otherwise I won’t be able to see my friend for the last time. But if my friend is there, I will stop.
"We can't let the living suffer because of the dead, right? Many people are afraid of death. Even I will die. If I die one day, even if you come to my funeral and encounter something that requires you to lend a hand, you must do it!"
These were the person's original words. Perhaps she had long understood that she was about to die...
I just remember that it was a normal day, but the other person calculated his life, and then said these words to me...
I hid in the dark, making sure there was nothing that would make any noise, and then listened to their words. Now I could hear them clearly.
"This is safe enough, right? Kill them all!"
"Let's divide the stolen money and live happily ever after!"
"It is said that there are many good things!"
"Hmm..." He walked up and exposed himself on purpose, "Sorry, I think I heard some incredible news..."
He looked at them carefully, there were several scars on their skin, different degrees of scars, which meant different degrees of medals, he glanced at the people present, there were 15 in total.
"Boss, do you want this guy?" The man said as he made a gesture to start a fight. He just watched the scene calmly. If the other party really decided to start a fight, he wouldn't mind...
"There is no need for a fight between us. I am just following orders..."
"You want to kill someone, can you tell me what kind of person you want to kill?"
I sat there naturally and familiarly. I hadn't rested like this for a long time. I felt very comfortable just by sitting there. It was different from the feeling on a horse. The actual feeling was relaxation for my feet and legs.
"Boss, this guy is talking nonsense. Why should I speak directly..."
"Long time no see, my apprentice."
"The last time we met was probably eleven or twelve years ago. You still remember me?" My teacher, that mercenary...